Regardless of Ye Fuyi's resistance and resistance, Nanli carried Ye Fuyi, who had vomited blood, on his shoulders, took him back to the room, and threw it back on the bed roughly.
Ye Fuyi was about to run away with tears in his eyes, but Nanli grabbed him by the neck and pushed him back to the bed: "Ye Fuyi, you don't know how to lift."
Ye Fuyi finally stopped moving.
Nanli just breathed a sigh of relief when Ye Puyi whispered, "Nanli, let me go."
Nanli had already drank a lot of wine, and when he was drunk, he burst into flames and forced himself to endure: "...Where do you want to go? Where can you go?"
Ye Fuyi didn't speak.
Nanli sneered: "You can live a day in the wilderness without me? Ye Fuyi, do you have a conscience?"
Ye Piyi looked at him with red eyes, and sobbed in a low voice: "Nanli, thank you. But I beg you, let me go."
Nanli's facial features were twisted with anger: "You are dreaming. Ye Fuyi, please listen to me. Even if you die, you have to die for me in Tiger Leaping Stream."
Ye Puyi started shaking: "... why?"
"I saved your life." Nanli laughed angrily, "Or do you think you can still live in the wild until today?"
Ye Puyi's lips were snow-white, and she mustered all the courage to speak her heart out: "...you didn't want to save me at all. You just because I have a pair of eyes similar to your deceased wife."
When he first saw the mural of Nanli's deceased wife, Ye Fuyi, who was a little stupid, didn't even think that he was a substitute, and was only ashamed of himself.
... She's so good, so Nanli should be missed. Now that I am with Nanli, I should learn more from what Nanli likes, so that he can be happier.
He regards Nanli as the whole world, but Nanli only regards him as a dispensable gadget.
Hearing Ye Puyi tearing him apart like this, Nanli was furious, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped up: "What did you say? Say it again?"
He has a violent temperament, only in front of the previous Ye Puyi would he restrain himself a little. It was the first time Ye Puyi saw him so angry, and she shivered with fear and shrank to the corner of the bed.
"You should thank your parents for making you look like you." Nanli sneered, "Otherwise, on the first day we met, you should have died in my body like the remnant soul of your fellow Taoist."
Ye Puyi looked up suddenly: "... what did you say?"
"What do you think I rely on to cultivate?" Nanli didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. "If your fellow Daoist died, his soul is useless, so what if I use his soul to cultivate? When you are good enough, what are you dissatisfied with?"
Ye Puyi looked at Nanli with an unfamiliar gaze as if seeing him for the first time in his life: "You, you sucked his soul? Didn't you promise to bury him..."
Nanli felt that Ye Fuyi was unreasonable, and sneered: "Isn't he already buried? Otherwise, where did the tomb by the lake come from?"
Ye Puyi raised his voice: "But you said, I will follow you to Tiger Leaping Stream, you, you will bury him well. Why do you want to… "
Nanli asked back, "Did I tell you not to suck his soul?"
Ye Puyi's mouth opened, and finally closed sullenly.
Nanli's anger calmed down a bit, and he wanted to touch his head, but was avoided by Ye Puyi.
Ye Puyi said with tears in her eyes: "The first time, we pulled the tick and stamped the seal. You said that you would never lie to me in the future, that you would treat me well... It's all a lie... From the very beginning, you I don't have the slightest bit of sincerity..."
The flames that had been suppressed suddenly had the potential to start a prairie fire under the stimulation of Ye Fuyi's words. In a fit of anger, Nanli said indifferently: "The truth? You want it, but are you worthy? Are you worthy? "
"It was you Taoist priests who sent me into the wilderness. I fucked you, a little Taoist priest, you deserve it!"
Ye Fuyi froze in place.
These words were like a sharp ice hoe, smashing into Ye Puyi's heart, and the cracks in his bones seemed to be mixed with ice balls, numb and cold, and the pain was splitting.
I don't know how long he stayed, Ye Puyi finally bent down in pain, and hit the edge of the bed with his head, making a thud.
In the past, he only regarded the so-called heartache as a description, and only when it came to the end did he know that it was a real dull pain, and the pain caused cold sweat all over his head.
Nanli, who had put down his anger, not only was not happy at all, but his chest became bloated. Seeing Ye Fuyi's reaction, he immediately stretched out his hand to protect his forehead: "What are you doing?! Don't pretend in front of me. Crazy."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sliding sound of the dagger around his waist being unsheathed.
Nanli stepped back, only to see Ye Buyi holding the dagger, with red eyes, like an irritated bunny, staring at him fiercely.
"What? You want to kill me?" When he came back to his senses, Nanli regretted the vicious words he said to Ye Puyi just now, but he was used to being the king. He wanted him to admit his mistake and swallow the words. Impossible at all, "You are very brave, Ye Buyi."
He really thought that Ye Buyi would come and stab him.
In just a few moments, Nanli had already conceived the scene after he rushed over.
He won't hide, just let him stab him with a sword, he won't be killed by such a small thing, and when he has stabbed the sword and calmed down, he will slowly go back and coax him. No matter how small temper will go away.
Nanli felt that he knew Ye Fuyi very well, so when Ye Fuyi's cut little finger rolled off the bed, Nanli couldn't even react.
After a few seconds, Nanli cursed loudly, stepped forward and smashed the dagger to the ground: "Are you fucking crazy, Ye Fuyi?"
Ye Piyi curled up on the bed and hugged his hand, blood gushing from the broken finger of his right hand.
His shoulders twitched more and more: "It hurts... I hurt... "
Nanli took his hand and used his strength to stop the bleeding: "I know it hurts now? You stab me when you're angry? You're so fucking capable of putting a knife on yourself."
Ye Fuyi's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was very light, but he tried his best to push Nanli out: "Dirty."
Nanli was very angry: "You think I'm dirty? So you chopped off your finger? Then you've been touched by me inside and out. Why don't you die?"
Hearing this, Ye Puyi was stunned for a long time before she whispered, "... That's right, I'm dirty, I'm dirty. Please let me go."
Nanli found that this man couldn't listen to him at all, and seeing that his blood had stopped, he flicked his sleeves: "If you want to roll, roll quickly, you smell of blood, and you will die if you leave the Tiger Leaping Stream. "
Putting those words down, he left angrily.
When the cold wind blew, Nanli's drinking was a little awake. After he wandered around the door irritably, he heard a thin sob coming from the house.
Gradually, the sobbing turned into a sob, and then into a hoarse cry.
Nanli had never heard of a human being able to cry in such pain. It was like watching a part of his body being forcibly ripped off by someone.
Nanli was a little breathless from his crying, and wanted to push the door in, but stopped halfway through his hand.
He couldn't face Ye Puyi's face for a while, so he had to turn around and leave, leaving behind the cry that made his heart hurt.
That night, he drank seven or eight altars of aged wine, and He Yi slept on the throne of the main hall.
Who would have thought that the next day, when he returned to the house, Ye Fuyi was nowhere to be seen.
… He took nothing with him, including the amputated finger.
He arrested the ghost repairman who was guarding the gate and questioned him, and the answer he got was that Ye Puyi came out of the Tiger Leaping Stream last night, saying that the ghost king ordered him out.
Hearing the news, Nanli walked around the hall for several times and smashed a figurine with his hand.
The screams from inside the figurine not only didn't calm him down, but made him even more manic-depressed.
Soon, there were shards of human figurines all over the place, and Nanli stood among the shards on the ground, his throat choked with pain.
The little Taoist ran away
How dare he run
He couldn't even hold the sword, and he chopped off one of his own fingers last night...
He didn't dare to think about it any longer: "I wish Dongfeng! Get out!"
Zhu Dongfeng came from outside the hall and saw the mess on the ground, he couldn't help but be astonished: "You..."
Nanli pointed outside the hall: "Go, go and bring back the little Taoist priest for me."
I wish Dongfeng would not go against Nanli's intention: "...Yes."
Nanli hesitated for a moment, then called Zhu Dongfeng back, and said carefully: "He is injured, so he probably won't be able to go very far. After you find him, tell him and tell him to stop making trouble. I was... drinking last night. It's too much to say shit like that; if he doesn't come back, you carry him back. Be careful not to pull his hand."
Zhu Dongfeng looked helpless and left.
Nanli sat restlessly in the hall for a whole day, and then waited for Zhu Dongfeng, who came to return to his life.
"I didn't find it?" Nanli gritted his teeth. "What is the difference between him and a mortal? You can't even catch a mortal?"
Zhu Dongfeng was ashamed: "Your Majesty, we searched the neighborhood, but we couldn't find the princess."
Nan Li became more and more flustered.
In the wild, where can he go
He resisted the fear in his heart and got up angrily: "A bunch of trash! I'll find it myself."
One day passed, three days passed, three months passed.
Nanli was shocked to find that he really couldn't find Ye Fuyi.
He tasted the taste of sleepless nights.
At that time, his wife Yun Hua died at the hands of a Taoist priest, and Nanli was also sent into the wild by this person. Thousands of years have passed, Yunhua has become a cinnabar mole in his heart, and he has finally hoped for a Ye Buyi, but now, he has turned into a needle, a thorn, wedged into his heart, calling him Difficulty sleeping.
He could only see Ye Fuyi in his dreams, so he drank more and more fiercely, so as to find Ye Fuyi after getting drunk.
On this day, he dreamed of Ye Puyi and what happened to him in the past.
As usual, they played a game of fishing by the lake. After playing for several rounds, Ye Puyi shouted that he was tired, climbed ashore and lay still, the wet clothes outlined his round buttocks, which was very cute.
He lay down on the ground, fiddling with the things he had caught, and fell in love with one of the gadgets.
It was a shard and glowed like it had fallen from some ornament,
Ye Piyi put the thing on his chest and gestured: "It must be beautiful to make it into a chain ornament."
Nanli picked him up and put it on his lap, teasing him: "Chain ornaments? How can you, a big man, like this kind of glowing thing? It's like a little girl."
Little girl Ye didn't speak, and plucked the fragments back and forth in the palm of her hand.
"Really so beautiful?" Nanli held his hand holding the shard, "...don't look, look at me."
The little girl Ye glanced at him, looking more shy with her head down and pursing her lips more like a little girl.
"Just a glance? How much do you like me?" Nanli couldn't help teasing him.
Ye Puyi blushed and bit her lip for a while, before she answered seriously, "It's... the kind of love that wants to be a bride."
Nanli was very satisfied with the answer, and kissed his lips: "Okay. I'll make this thing into a chain, and when I want to have a lively wedding, I'll ask you to wear it to marry me."
After saying this, Nanli woke up.
He slept on Ye Fuyi's bed.
After opening his eyes, the empty room also emptied his heart in an instant.
When he lifted his legs to get out of bed, Zhu Dongfeng knocked on the door and walked in: "Your Majesty."
"What's the matter?" Nanli raised his eyes lazily, "Have you found the little Taoist priest?"
Zhu Dongfeng paused for a moment: "Yes, I found it."
Nanli was not prepared to hear the good news at all. Hearing such a reply, he was shocked and jumped to the ground with bare feet, excited: "Really? Where is he? Is he injured? Is he thin? ?"
Zhu Dongfeng showed an unbearable look on his face: "My lord... My condolences."
Nanli was so immersed in joy that he couldn't even understand Zhu Dongfeng's words: "Sorrow? What grief?"
Zhu Dongfeng gestured to the door, and two ghost slaves came in with a roll of white cloth.
The cloth roll was spread out, and there were scattered skeletons. There were obvious signs of being bitten and dragged by beasts. Most of the muscles had disappeared. Only his arm was not bitten too much, and he could clearly see the damage. The right palm is clenched.
… there is a tail finger missing.
"The princess didn't actually go far." Zhu Dongfeng explained, "A ghost slave found him under a cliff not far from Tiger Leaping Stream. The wild grass there is very high, so we couldn't find the princess when we first started searching. ."
Nanli stared at the skeleton on the ground with a strange look.
He didn't believe that the pile of bones was his crying little Taoist priest: "What is he doing there?"
Zhu Dongfeng: "The princess seems to have fallen off the cliff... When we found the princess, these were scattered under him..."
He took out a cloth bag from his arms and unfolded it layer by layer.
A few dried Arhat petals flew up and landed on the skeleton.
Looking at these petals, Nanli remembered.
—When he and Ye Fuyi first met, they were sitting on a cliff full of Arhats.
The cliff was lonely, and there was no mountain road that could be directly climbed. After Ye Puyi left the Tiger Leaping Stream, he climbed up there with his bare hands, presumably to pick a Luohan flower as a souvenir.
He murmured to himself, "...is that the cliff?"
I wish Dongfeng speechless.
He didn't understand what Naruto was referring to.
Nanli looked at the corpse on the ground and asked again, "... Dead?"
Zhu Dongfeng couldn't say a word.
Nanli pointed at his corpse, wanting to smile, "He died? Just to pick a flower?"
He looked at the corpse and said softly, "...I didn't even bring the chain ornament made for you, but went to pick flowers. What a stupid Taoist priest."
When the voice fell, he coughed a few times, only to feel that the saliva in his mouth increased, which made him feel uncomfortable in his chest.
He twisted his neck to spit, but suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood.
All Ye Buyi's memories ended on the day the blood fell on the corpse.
After all the remnants of Ye Fuyi entered the body, Xu Xingzhi slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing this, the ghost king Nanli showed ecstasy.
The person in front of him was a rare item he had found in ten years.
After he vomited blood and became seriously ill, Nanli dropped 28 mazes in the Tiger Leaping Stream to capture people who came and went. As long as someone broke into the valley, he would have to take the trouble to test it.
First of all, the body of the comer should not be too weak. Ye Buyi was not in good health since she was a child. Although she grew up and became much stronger, she was still a little weak. Nanli didn't want him to be a sick seedling after being resurrected.
Secondly, the age of the visitor must be appropriate, and they must not have some peculiar bad habits, so as not to contaminate Ye Fuyi's soul.
The most important thing is that the comer must have a benevolent and stupid heart like Ye Fuyi.
Only such a heart can be worthy of Ye Fuyi.
The person in front of him basically met all Nanli's expectations.
… Once the soul wash is over, all Xu Xingzhi's memories will be overwritten by Ye Buyi's memories.
Nanli only needs to draw the soul out of Xu Xingzhi's body, dig out the heart, and send it to the corpse of Ye Buyi that he treasures. Using his lifelong spell, Ye Buyi will be able to bring all the memories back to life.
The bones and flesh that Ye Buyi lost are really difficult to reshape, but as long as his little Taoist is willing to come back, even if he can only get a skeleton that can move and talk, he will not complain.
He stroked Xu Xingzhi's cheek after waking up, and put his voice to the softest and softest: "Can you recognize who I am? Little Taoist priest?"
Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and said coldly, "I recognize it. You bastard."
"…Little Taoist priest?" Nanli was stunned for a while, then came to his senses, "You?? Or you? Are you not him???"
Xu Xingzhi still had a splitting headache, but in the face of such scumbags, he politely showed a mocking smile: "What? Can't recognize your Ye Fuyi?"
Nanli's face changed drastically, he dragged Xu Xingzhi off the stage, and pinched his front: "How is it possible? How could the soul wash fail?"
Xu Xingzhi sarcastically said: "Maybe your little Taoist doesn't want to see you again."
Nanli was willing to listen to Xu Xingzhi's nonsense, and with a palm, he moved his spiritual power and placed it on Xu Xingzhi's forehead.
After a while, Nanli opened his eyes in astonishment: "You were washed..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a burst of cracking sound outside the hall, as if Gonggong had slammed into Buzhou Mountain, and a surging demon force pushed across, knocking the door of the dark room open.
Nanli looked back suddenly, and his expression dropped to freezing point in an instant: "Who?"
Zhu Dongfeng fell into the dark room with a ghost gun stuck in his back!
There was a gurgling sound in his mouth, but he still squeezed out a sentence: "... My lord, the twenty-eight formations... have all been broken... Your Majesty, please hurry up and leave..."
The ghost gun on his back was suddenly pulled away, and the loud splash of flesh and blood completely buried his weakened tail.
A shooting star also swept away, pointing straight at the back of Nanli's neck.
Zhou Beinan's command voice came from behind him: "...put him down."
Nanli heard this and was obedient. He pushed Xu Xingzhi to the wall and turned his eyes again, and four ghost nails were born out of thin air, respectively nailing Xu Xingzhi's shoulders and trousers, hanging him alive. on the wall.
After trapping Xu Xing, he just turned around and bumped into Zhou Beinan face to face.
Seeing this face, Zhou Beinan frowned slightly, as if a little confused.
Nanli showed a grim smile: "Is it you? Haven't you lost your mind yet?"
Zhou Beinan was stunned: "Do you recognize me?..."
Nanli smiled sharply, suddenly raised his hand and clenched the tip of Zhou Beinan's spear, his expression did not change at all, his fingers moved a little, and the ghost spear in Zhou Beinan's hand turned into a fluff of ash!
While the dust was flying, Zhou Beinan was strangled by Nanli's neck and fell to the ground.
He was obviously irritated by the failure just now, and at this time he vented all his anger on Zhou Beinan: "I am the ghost king. How dare a remnant of a ghost dare to wield a knife in front of me?"
Nanli exerted more and more force, the floor tiles shattered, Zhou Beinan was pressed into the ground inch by inch, and his soul body also faintly changed, obviously unable to compete with such overwhelming ghost power.
Nanli lost all patience, his expression was terrifying, his eyes were blood red: "Don't remember me? Huh? It's so pitiful, I can't even remember the rhetoric you made? You said that you would smash my heart with a single shot. You're going to crush me to ashes with your own hands, don't you remember?"
Zhou Beinan's eyes widened: "You—it's you..."
"You can't even protect your little sister who is on the verge of giving birth." Nanli smiled maliciously, "I still remember your name, Zhou Beinan, you are a waste."
He tightened his fingers, and he wanted to kill Zhou Beinan's spiritual body!
But just as he exerted his strength, the whole person flew out and slammed into a wall, smashing the wall of the dark room to pieces.
Meng Chongguang stepped in from the outside.
The end of his eyes and the heart of his forehead were as scarlet as blood, the redness between his eyes almost dripped down, his black hair was spread out, and the ghostly power that was swirling vertically and horizontally flew up.
He stood there, looking like a mad ghost.
But he had no intention of fighting Nanli at all, and only looked for Xu Xingzhi's shadow with a pair of empty eyes: "Senior brother? Where are you?"
In the misty dust, Nanli staggered and got up, took out the dagger from his waist, and ran towards Xu Xingzhi's direction.
Seeing someone shaking in his sight, Meng Chongguang's eyes widened, and a pulse of Feihong flew out of his palm and went straight to Nanli.
Nanli waved the blade to block, only to hear the clash of gold and iron, the sound was like a burst of beans, Nanli only tried to parry for a few rounds, and then felt the sweetness in his mouth, so he simply abandoned the blade, and received Meng Chongguang's life. Hit hard.
One of his arms was slashed out, but instead he used this momentum to fly straight towards Xu Xingzhi. Before reaching him, he used his only hand to drive the ghost force, trying to push the The remnant soul still left in Xu Xingzhi was sucked out.
But he searched Xu Xingzhi's whole body's meridians, but he couldn't find the soul that he had treasured for many years!
"Give it back to me!" Nanli hissed, "Give him back to me!"
However, the little soul did not respond to him, hid in Xu Xingzhi's body and refused to come out again.
Like many years ago, Ye Puyi refused to answer him, refused to pay attention to him.
Nanli was stimulated by this association and Zhang Huang was at a loss. His face was pale and he was about to search again. Two ghost slaves broke through the window and grabbed the mad Nanli: "Your Majesty, hurry up!"
Nanli hissed, "I'm not leaving! He's still here, he..."
One of the higher-level ghost slaves took advantage of Nanli's madness, and his heart slammed, and he slapped Nanli on the back of the neck.
Nanli was at the moment when his blood was surging, when he ate this palm, his blood and energy rushed to his brain, and he fainted.
The ghost slave pushed Nanli into another ghost slave's arms: "Take the king to hurry up..."
Before he could finish speaking, this ghost slave exploded from the center, and disappeared without a trace!
After twenty-eight rounds, Meng Chongguang had lost his mind and senses, and could not tell the difference between east, west, north and south at all. He looked like a drunken man, like a trapped beast. It was pushed by a pure demonic force.
This ghost slave became Nanli's scapegoat.
The other ghost slave was so shocked that he shrank all over, how dare he stay there, quietly supported Nanli, passed through the wall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Beinan held his throat and got up from the ground coughing.
Just as he had just climbed up halfway, he had a premonition and quickly rolled to the side on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, a huge pit was blown up by Meng Zhongguang's spiritual power where he was lying just now.
Zhou Beinan scolded: "Meng Chongguang, you can see clearly..."
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chongguang slapped another indiscriminately, knocking down half of the dark room!
Zhou Beinan used all his strength and scrambling to escape to the door of the dark room that no longer existed, when he saw Qu Chi walking out with a comatose Tao Xian on his back, Lu Yujiu, Zhou Wang, and Yuan Ruhui were not behind. Follow from a distance.
Zhou Beinan shouted: "Run quickly! Meng Zhongguang is crazy!"
Meng Chongguang heard this change, and a majestic scarlet demon force gathered in his palm again, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that Meng Chongguang was about to make a move, Xu Xingzhi, who was dizzy and dizzy after being invaded by Nanli's ghost power just now, finally regained the strength to speak, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Meng... Chongguang!"
With just this sound, the heavy murderous intentions and gray defeat in Meng Chongguang's eyes gradually faded away.
He looked around frantically like a child, and finally saw Xu Xingzhi who was nailed to the wall.
He immediately became alive, his sharp edge was sharply reduced to nothing, and he ran straight over, hugging Xu Xingzhi's waist involuntarily, and calling out like a petite cat: "Senior brother! Senior brother..."
Zhou Beinan, who was almost killed, was stunned when he saw this.
Xu Xingzhi was dizzy and breathed for two breaths. Seeing Meng Chongguang with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, his heart was soft and messy: "Why are you crying, a man and a man. Let me down."
"Senior brother, I'm sorry, sorry..." Meng Chongguang wiped his face with the back of his hand in a panic, "I, did I scare my senior brother? Chongguang didn't do it on purpose, wasn't..."
As soon as he raised his hand, the ghost nails that nailed Xu Xingzhi's sleeves all collapsed.
Xu Xingzhi, who had lost his strength, fell softly on his shoulders.
When he came into contact with Meng Chongguang's body, he seemed to have fallen into a dark and deep canyon, lost consciousness and fainted.
Perhaps thanks to Nanli's ghostly power stimulation, Xu Xingzhi finally had another complete memory fragment in his mind.